To Dahlia, being sold like a commodity, while desperate old men clamored to have a taste of her was the height of degradation anyone could face, but little does she know that that was only the tip of the iceberg.

In a world where destiny is created and manipulated by the moon goddess, the last thing Dahlia expected is that a single night with the Alpha’s son would reshape her life—and not for the better, in her books.

Once the omega slave and the alpha’s plaything, Dahlia is faced with more challenges than she ever imagined. She is scarred beyond measure. Hurt, battered and desperate. 

She’s not an omega but a full blown werewolf, a werewolf with a strong dormant bloodline—a bloodline strong enough to scare even the moon goddess.

Her close proximity with Alpha Zarek had somehow managed to awaken her dormant wolf, opening her eyes to secrets she never knew about herself.

The mission had been to save herself. To get her daughter to safety and flee, so now imagine her surprise when she discovers a huge secret about him. A huge secret that has her questioning everything. 

Now hunted by the Alpha of her old pack and stalked by a vengeful man after her blood, Dahlia must navigate her tangled bond with her possessive new master. But as passion rises and secrets unravel, she must choose:

To save him and get to know about her real roots or flee— as usual. It would have been easy to take the easier route, the more predictable path but there’s a problem: She’s Alpha Zarek’s fated mate.

Dahlia was born for this moment. To have the entire world under her control. She’s not broken. She’s waiting. And she has no intention of backing down.

Their bond is a burden.

Their affection, a lie.

But the fire between them? The scorching engulfing fire burning between their veins might be real.

And even if it is, it will either unite them. Or end them.

It was way past noon by the time another living soul came into my hospital room, and this time, it wasn't Sadie like I had half expected, it was Dr Ava in the company of an old woman with silvery waist-long hair and eyes that glinted with a very warm light.


My eyes widened as I took in her appearance— bloodied lips, blood strained gray dress that stopped under her ankles and a patch of filthy rag that she pressed against her lips whenever an earth-shattering cough wracked her tiny frame.


"Grandmama Lupe, can you hold still for a moment? I want to carry you to the bed." I heard Dr Ava ask the frail woman and I watched in a mixture of worry and shock as she nodded.


Dr Ava wasted no time in lifting the woman off the floor and carrying her to the bed situated by the furthest end of the room, one that I had initially thought was kept for visitors who decided to sleep over, but now that I think about it, I realized that I'd been wrong the entire time.


Chapter 101 - A strange old woman.